Pirates' Magic Odyssey: Unveiling Eight Skills At The Beginning - Chapter 7

The Goa Kingdom, the uncertain destination.

In this area filled with waste, flames flicker everywhere, and the sparks gradually grow into a raging fire.

A group of pirates set fires everywhere, amidst the flickering flames, they seem like demons emerging from the fire.

In the terminal of uncertain destination, there are many scavengers living there, when faced with a fire, they can only helplessly flee.

“Boom!”

Borshemi raised his hand and fired, killing a scavenger who was fleeing nearby.

As the captain of the pirate crew, Borshemi’s flintlock pistol was obviously more advanced than the weapons of the other crew members. He purchased at a high price from the black market, said to be the latest model smuggled from the Grand Line to the East Blue by black market merchants. It wasn’t as troublesome as the old flintlock pistols, it didn’t require a three-second pause between shots, and could fire bullets continuously.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Borshemi fired in succession, one scavenger dead for each shot, two dead for each pair.

Along a not-so-wide road, the members of Borshemi’s pirate crew freely splashed diesel around, gradually directing the fire in this direction.

For scavengers, the uncertain destination is their home. And at this moment, their home is being destroyed by pirates. Naturally, the leader of the scavengers stepped forward and asked:

“Borshemi, do you know what you’re doing?”

Borshemi raised his head, the wide-brimmed pirate hat casting a slightly sinister shadow on his face, showing a hint of ferocity.

“Are you teaching me what to do?”

The Bursam pirate crew, facing the scavenger leader blocking their path. Immediately, they opened fire without hesitation.

Scavengers are a bunch of poor folks, where would they have firearms and ammunition? Under Borshemi’s ruthless shooting, the blood flowed like a river, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

A pair of deer leather boots from the Goa Kingdom stepped heavily on the head of the scavenger leader’s corpse. Borshemi disdainfully spat on the ground, and sneered, “Worthless scum with a single wretched life!”

“As long as we get through today, all you trash who make a living by picking up garbage will turn into nothing along with this uncertain destination!”

“And I will enter the city and become a high and mighty noble!”

The leader of the scavengers glared angrily, obviously not willing to accept this fate.

After the group of pirates passed by, the fire behind them quickly spread along the oily stains on the ground.

The blazing fire consumed everything, as if swallowing all the ugliness and sins in this world.

The air emitted a scorching wave of heat, along with the nauseating smell of burnt bodies and waste. The heads of the bodies on the ground fell towards the city of the Goa Kingdom, as if silently accusing the culprits behind all of this.

“The people in the city enjoy fresh air, clean purified water, tidy clothing, abundant food, beautiful art, but they never consider the people outside the city as fellow countrymen. Instead, they see them as dirty elements polluting the city, objects that must be eliminated.”

“Most of them are not aristocrats of the Goa Kingdom. Perhaps, they are tailors in the city, pastry chefs, or carriage drivers, but they all support this kind of attitude by their silence.”

“The Goa Kingdom is already sick.”

“From top to bottom, it’s already beyond redemption.”

On a pile of garbage, four young boys stood side by side.

The reflection of the flames danced in Sabo’s pupils, not just the fire burning at the uncertain destination but also the dissatisfaction and anger. He felt towards oppression and exploitation deep within his heart.

As the descendant of nobility, Sabo didn’t feel the pride of being a noble at this moment. Instead, he felt ashamed that noble blood flowed within him.

His voice carried a tragic tone, like a wandering bard reciting a tale.

Ace and Luffy clenched their fists tightly, their ten fingers digging into their flesh.

Yang Ming listened quietly to Sabo’s exposition, his heart clear as a mirror.

He understood that even without Bursam Pirates, there would be other pirate crews like the Sapphire Pirates, the Black Cat Pirates and other pirate groups committing the same heinous acts.

Human nature was like this, as long as the consequences of the disaster were borne by others, they could comfortably enjoy the benefits that came after the disaster.

Rather than saying that the Goa Kingdom is sick, it’s more accurate to say that this world has already decayed.

Royal power holds high authority, controlling the lives of millions.

The laboring masses can only struggle under the authority of the kings, working hard to obtain even the smallest material goods.

The descendants of nobility remain nobility, the descendants of the Navy remain in the Navy, the children of farmers stay as farmers.

This represents a recurring pattern of destiny.

In this cycle, the World Government and the nobles form a small elite group in the loop. The Navy acts as the gears that keep the cycle running, while the majority, the laboring masses, either choose to accept their fate or take the risky path of becoming pirates, breaking this cycle of destiny.

Anyone who wants to be a pirate and disrupt the existing order and peace will be crushed relentlessly by the Navy.

And those who can stand out from this group of pirates, who are not afraid of being surrounded by the Navy, are the Four Emperors, the rulers of the New World!

Yang Ming placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, a sword borrowed from the Dadan family.

As he slowly unsheathed the sword, revealing a 1.2-meter blade, sharp and polished, emitting a glint of cold light.

“Ace, Sabo, Luffy, let’s go!”

Yang Ming’s deep voice rang out, leading the charge towards the Bursam Pirates below the pile of garbage.

His few words seemed like a heavy stone that fell in everyone’s hearts, a stone named fate and power. Under the weight of this stone, countless laboring masses couldn’t help but cry out in unwillingness and resentment.

The group, including Yang Ming, was young, with a burning fire in their hearts, eager to overturn the oppressive stone and release the anger within their hearts.

The Bursam Pirates had noticed the four individuals not far away, but initially dismissed them as just a group of kids and didn’t pay much attention.

Seeing Yang Ming and the others approaching with a fierce momentum, Borshemi humorously sneered, “A bunch of brats who haven’t even grown their fur, thinking you can be heroes?”

The surrounding pirates were quick to catch on and played along, bursting into laughter.

This reckless and arrogant mockery represented the disdain and contempt of the strong towards the weak, as well as the trampling of the weak’s lives and dignity.

In the next moment, Borshemi raised the flintlock pistol in his hand, ready to fire a bullet at Yang Ming.

“Flash!”

Yang Ming whispered in his heart.

In an instant, he disappeared from Borshemi’s line of sight.

“Bang!”

He pulled the trigger, and the bullet landed on the ground without hitting anything.

At the same moment, Yang Ming’s figure reappeared at Borshemi’s side, wielding the blade in his hands with all his might, ruthlessly slashing down!

Borshemi had been able to roam near the Goa Kingdom for years and was not an ordinary person.

Upon seeing Yang Ming suddenly disappear from his original position and then reappear right in front of him, Borshemi’s mind hadn’t fully processed the situation yet. However, his experience from years of battling with enemies had already left a deep imprint on his body, prompting him to reflexively step back.

Taking this action determines whether one will live or will die.

The gleam of the blade flashed by, and blood splattered.

“Ah!!!”

A sound of agonizing screams rang out.

A tragic knife wound slid down the side of his face, causing his left eye to suffer, leaving it directly blinded.

Although he lost an eye, it was because Borshemi had quickly retreated a step, avoiding the fate of being beheaded by a single strike.

Crimson blood blurred Borshemi’s vision. The pain from losing half of his field of view continued to irritate him, as if his nerves were being constantly pricked. In his exasperation, he immediately shouted out an order, “Fire! Shoot them!”

“Execute all these little brats!”

Upon hearing this, the pirates around Borshemi immediately drew their guns and started shooting.

Just at that moment, Luffy arrived.

As soon as Yang Ming landed, he rolled behind Luffy, the two of them cooperating seamlessly, clearly not their first time.

It was evident that over the past few months, Yang Ming and Luffy had frequently teamed up to deal with enemies, although most of them were fierce beasts in the wilderness at that time.

Luffy took a deep breath, filling his body with a large amount of air which caused him to expand from the inside out, blocking all the bullets coming at him.

Using his rubber-like physique, Luffy’s abdomen contracted and expanded, causing a multitude of bullets to ricochet randomly in all directions.

In the storm of bullets flying around, the agile pirates had no way to dodge, one after another getting hit by the bullets. Two unlucky pirates were struck in the head by ricochets, collapsing in a pool of blood.

Borshemi wasn’t faring well either, having taken a glancing hit on his knee from a stray bullet, ending up half-kneeling on the ground.

He tried to staunch the gushing blood from the wound near his left eye, his right eye returning to normal, bloodshot, as he yelled frantically at Yang Ming and the others, “Do you know who you’re messing with?”

“I was ordered by a noble of the Goa Kingdom to burn down the uncertain destination. How dare you stop us? Are you trying to oppose me and the nobles behind me?”

More than a furious roar, it was more like the dying struggles of a wounded beast.

He had underestimated the situation, and now he had to pay the price for that underestimation.

To the laboring masses in the Goa Kingdom, nobles were like towering mountains and suffocating them.

Even on the roadside, the laboring masses couldn’t look directly at the noble ones, as it would defile the nobles’ status.

Borshemi originally thought that he could scare the four kids in front of him by relying on his noble background.

His free hand had already quietly lifted the flintlock pistol, attempting to take advantage of the situation.

Yang Ming noticed Borshemi’s subtle movement, but didn’t take it to heart. Instead, he looked at this pitiful creature willingly acting as the executioner for the nobles, as if talking to himself, and yet as if speaking for the countless souls who had died tragically:

“Earthly beings often confront the majesty of thunder.”